Idle Hands Lyrics

	作词 : Mark Lanegan/Greg Dulli
	作曲 : Mark Lanegan/Greg Dulli
	My idle hands
	There's nothing I can do
	But be the Devil's plaything, baby
	And know that I've been used
	Her lips are cold
	They suffer me
	They drag me under, baby
	Into your suffering
	(hey)
	Let your hands
	Do what they will do
	Stand inside
	Make your Maker's move
	And your eyes don't look the same
	They seem enervated, in denial
	Cast like stones
	Like you been rode for miles, rode for miles
	My eyes have seen
	They have been shown
	This is an occupation
	To stand alone
	I suffer you
	You suffer me
	We are the Devil's plaything
	Into this reckoning
	Let your hands
	Do what they will do
	Stand inside
	Make your Maker's move
	And your eyes don't look the same
	They seem enervated, in denial
	Cast like stones
	Like you been rode for miles, rode for miles

	zuo ci : Mark Lanegan Greg Dulli
	zuo qu : Mark Lanegan Greg Dulli
	My idle hands
	There' s nothing I can do
	But be the Devil' s plaything, baby
	And know that I' ve been used
	Her lips are cold
	They suffer me
	They drag me under, baby
	Into your suffering
	hey
	Let your hands
	Do what they will do
	Stand inside
	Make your Maker' s move
	And your eyes don' t look the same
	They seem enervated, in denial
	Cast like stones
	Like you been rode for miles, rode for miles
	My eyes have seen
	They have been shown
	This is an occupation
	To stand alone
	I suffer you
	You suffer me
	We are the Devil' s plaything
	Into this reckoning
	Let your hands
	Do what they will do
	Stand inside
	Make your Maker' s move
	And your eyes don' t look the same
	They seem enervated, in denial
	Cast like stones
	Like you been rode for miles, rode for miles

	zuò cí : Mark Lanegan Greg Dulli
	zuò qǔ : Mark Lanegan Greg Dulli
	My idle hands
	There' s nothing I can do
	But be the Devil' s plaything, baby
	And know that I' ve been used
	Her lips are cold
	They suffer me
	They drag me under, baby
	Into your suffering
	hey
	Let your hands
	Do what they will do
	Stand inside
	Make your Maker' s move
	And your eyes don' t look the same
	They seem enervated, in denial
	Cast like stones
	Like you been rode for miles, rode for miles
	My eyes have seen
	They have been shown
	This is an occupation
	To stand alone
	I suffer you
	You suffer me
	We are the Devil' s plaything
	Into this reckoning
	Let your hands
	Do what they will do
	Stand inside
	Make your Maker' s move
	And your eyes don' t look the same
	They seem enervated, in denial
	Cast like stones
	Like you been rode for miles, rode for miles

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